— You stabbed condoms with a needle? Anya, are you out of your mind?
— So what? Yar doesn’t hurry with his proposal. I decided to take everything into my own hands— as if nothing happened, my sister says. — And besides, Sonya, you’re supposed to ask when you touch other people’s things. How could I know that after your quarrel with Vlad you would bring a guy into my apartment and you’d use a stash of defective protection?
— Well, just great— I say in a dead voice.
— Wait, you want to say this child isn’t from Vlad?— Anya turns her huge eyes to my belly.
— I thought the doctor made a mistake with the due date, but it looks like there is no mistake. I’m expecting a child from the person who humiliated me—leaving money for the intimacy.